..Jack turned away, looked now at the table on the right, more smoke here, one of the men drinking, his eyes half closed as if he was about to drop of... to sleep. The girl across the table from him wore a blue silk blouse and she was also drinking. The other girl was in the midst of a kiss, her right hand lifted to hold the man's chin, the man bending over as he stood beside her chair, his black hair catching the light, his black hair as slick as the others. The table here was crowded with. " But his finger didn't stop. That little bastard was going to make me cum again, come hell or high water, and I no longer cared."Stop." I said it in a whisper."Sure, Mom." But he didn't. I continued to squirm against him as I sorted the colors on the rest of the dirty clothing. After all, a mother has to multi-task, and sorting laundry while being finger-fucker is do-able, although I admit that I do not file or color my nails when I'm in bed being fucked by my husband.Suddenly I inhaled. We discussed this before... so many times. I want to help you any way I can, but... we did the right thing... you did the right thing." What am I going to tell my parents?"I sighed, closing my eyes. I tried to think of something... anything... that would make this easier, but couldn't."I guess... Caroline, I..." Words failed me.Reaching out, she put a finger to my lips, silencing me."Don't talk," she said, her lips forcing themselves into a smile. "Don't talk."I reached out, surrounding her,. She was sitting in the car crying and when she saw me coming she locked the car doors. I tried to get her to let me in, but she wouldn't and I wasn't going to stand in the driveway and create a scene for the neighbors to see so I turned and went back into the house, called work and told them I had a family emergency and then I got a cup of coffee and sat down to wait.It was just a little over a half an hour before she came into the house. She walked into the kitchen and with one look I knew she.